Alpha Ace and his Undercover Mate

The next day, I woke up feeling determined to talk to Ace. The day before was wonderful, but I had to make today count.

I pulled on comfortable clothes after my shower and let my hair loose, since Ace liked it better that way.

With a pep in my step and a firm hand on my tummy, I made my way towards Ace's office. I knocked two times before pushing my way through, but unfortunately, he wasn't there.

Deciding to wait in there, I sat on his chair around his desk and really took my time to appreciate every detail of his office.

My eyes caught something on his desk, and I reluctantly retrieved the file that was opened. It was a monthly report of a woman's condition. I knew, because it was written in bold at the top of the paper.

MONTHLY REPORT OF JENNA WILSON.

As if right on cue, Ace walked in. He looked slightly surprised by my presence, but he didn't look annoyed or upset.

"You're up early" He said as he gave me my good morning kiss.

"Yea I wanted to see you"

His eyes flickered between me and the file that I was still holding, and I saw a small smile playing on his lips, but it was kinda sad. "I see you've found my mother's file"

popped out of my head as he said that, and I stared at

desk in front of me. Of course! How didn't I see that? They had a slight resemblance, and they had the

for him so I didn't want to push it. But of course, Ace was

But after dad died, not even the medicines worked" He had a regretful look on his face, but he was being

tried to sound enthusiastic as

mystery best friend that makes her feel comfortable. I'm yet to meet whoever

that. "I'd love to meet

planning on visiting her today. You

it was 8:30 a.m . For some reason I really wanted to meet her

go ahead? I promise I will

kissing my cheek. "Yea sure, why not? I'll let Ryan take you

hugged him. I didn't know why I was so happy, but I felt like I knew his mom all my life. With one last kiss, I met Ryan who was

note to definitely tell Ace about the mission later on, but for now I just

led the way to the visitors' room, and I noticed some other nurses giving me weird looks as they sniffed the air and

my four months were over.

I patiently waited for the nurse to bring Jenna out, and when she did, I could say I was a

would've looked the least bit sick like in the picture, but she looked happy and glowing like an

depressing pale gowns that some of the women wore. She wore a pink